stumble in the neon lights
the fog all around, the hawk
is out tonight
pretty sure jesus forgot about
me as soon as he got off the
cross
paper bags don’t last as long
as shoes in this cold weather
the left eye never recovered
from a hidden right cross
some dick left pennies
in my coffee again
the shelters are too dangerous
and none of these abandoned
homes have any heat
tried setting the rats on fire
that didn’t last through the
night
there’s an old building
on fifth that leaves
a door unlocked
place smells like piss
but so does most of
the world
--
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know where the bodies are buried. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Asylum Floor, The Beatnik Cowboy and Misfit Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)